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where is happiness?
The Pilgrim rais'd his pensive eye
And mildly shook his hoary head,
His cold breast heav'd a trembling sigh
As thus the time-worn wanderer said,
And mildly shook his hoary head,
His cold breast heav'd a trembling sigh
As thus the time-worn wanderer said,
"In life's warm spring, youth's transient pride,
Boldly I sought the flying Maid,
Hope led the way, a rapid guide,
And young Ambition lent his aid;
Boldly I sought the flying Maid,
Hope led the way, a rapid guide,
And young Ambition lent his aid;
"What then were travel, toil, and pain!
Onward the ardent chase I press'd,
For I was young, and gay, and vain,
And Fancy revell'd in my breast!
Onward the ardent chase I press'd,
For I was young, and gay, and vain,
And Fancy revell'd in my breast!
"'Twas joy, 'twas glory to pursue!
We panted up the steep hill's side,
We panted up the steep hill's side,
